Dearest Gentle Reader, this very morning brings news of a seventh prime minister since 2016 - a number that should perhaps give us all pause - as well as a hero upon a wrecked train, a former first minister preparing for televised warfare, and a marketing email so spectacularly ill-judged that This Author had to read it twice to believe it. Monday, it seems, has once again declined to disappoint.

Dearest Gentle Reader, this Sunday brings fire, collision, and political paralysis in quantities sufficient to exhaust even the most devoted observer of society's theatre. A prime minister gets on with the job - but which job, and for how much longer? And one rather loud television personality has news that is, for once, entirely welcome.

Dearest Gentle Reader, this Saturday brings collision, conspiracy, and a bridge with a very low tolerance for warm weather - all before the weekend has properly begun. A train driver is dead near Bedford, a Prime Minister is telephoning his colleagues in something approaching desperation, and a crocodile enclosure in Cambridgeshire continues to demand answers. This Author has her lorgnette trained upon the whole extraordinary business and invites you to read every word.